Beatrix Belladonna in the depths of the Necronomicon

Blinking several times until she cleared her milky eyes until they started to resurface, Flurry Heart exclaimed, “I can see again!” She wanted to hop in triumphant celebration, but was cut short when the cavern walls seemed to be closing in around her, contracting like a uterus, the soaked fleshy walls covered in blinking eyes, maws with razor-sharp teeth and forked tongues, humanoid hands which grasped at her. She yelped when they seized her wings, holding the alicorn in place.

Arms extended from the walls, writhing as they groped her all over, pinning her like she was a butterfly. They seized her limbs and spread them, molesting her soft mounds and wide buttocks, forcing innumerable digits into her mouth and leaking cunt. She moaned low and her face burned red, more petting her wings and massaging her horn. “Umph,” she cried.

She hadn't had much sexual experience. Just some masturbation sessions, that one time the Smooze shape-shifted to fulfill some rather taboo desires about what sex with the believed long dead Sombra would be like, and during the climax to the battle with a possessed Starlight, countless tentacles springing from the Necronomicon and invading her like they had all the surviving members of Shining's force. Since then only her hooves, magic, and toys kept her needs at bay.

Now the air reeked of sex. She panted and squirmed. Her eyes rolled upward, tongue rolling from her maw.

Still unsatisfied, Sombra mentally willed the surroundings to close in even further, until Flurry was enclosed in a narrow space, and stallionhoods began to emerge, swinging and dripping warm precum which splattered down on their prey. Several of the flared extensions landed on her, slapped her, smearing their pre all over her well-shaped physique.

Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the musky, salty scent, winking uncontrollably as instincts to be bred that overwhelmed all rationality kicked in, clenching-and-unclenching her balloon-like ass. Her heart-shaped clitoris was almost painfully swollen, shining with moisture which dripped down an opening slit, exposing the hot pink treasure buried inside.

A horsecock shoved deep into all her fuckholes, stretching themselves as long and wide as she could possibly take, while more took aim, showering her in gallons-worth of thick, virile splooge. The dense stallion milk drenched her coat and skin completely as they came-and-came, sliding down and from her supple form, driving her into a wiggling frenzy of shameless lust.

The ones pounding into all three of her wide-opened entrances ejaculated at once, pushing her over the edge as she came with them, squirting over herself and several of the veiny dicks which had provided her with so much pleasure.

A ways back Beatrix Belladonna watched with pursed lips, reminding herself she couldn't afford to crack. More horsecocks were rubbing all over and slapping her half-sister, as they took her repeatedly, and she too was dripping down her thighs from all the sights, sounds, and smells of sex all-around her. She tried to appear unmoved, knowing Sombra was watching them.

Before her the Smooze was rising, forming into a gelatinous sphere, wet slaps sounding when it squirmed towards her. (Bea...trix...) He too struggled to hold onto the identity she'd helped him build, while the sorcerer king threatened to unravel him. (Cannot...resist his power...sorry...) A mouth appeared on the ooze, flailing tentacles jutting out all over him.

“It's okay,” she tittered when the protrusions started to coil around her wrists and ankles. “You know I don't mind.” He lifted her up, facing towards the ceiling where she hung suspended, limbs drawn spread eagle and taut. Vaginal juices leaked from her snatch, down her asscrack and over the pink ring of her butthole. She shivered, breasts rising-and-falling rapidly with sharp breaths, as the invaders wiggled all-around her, poised to penetrate her from every angle. “Don't hold back on my account,” she taunted. Gritting her teeth with a wince when the first one slipped into her pussy, another soon pistoned into her ass.

Another wormed into her short snout, and she stared down at her sweaty, heaving mounds topped with erect nipples, seeing her belly squirm as it bulged with the snaking flesh spear which circled into her womb. Another pair slid into her palms, slathering them with slime. A pair formed cups around her mounds, suckling on them, little needles poking into her tits and injecting them with what she assumed was some form of aphrodisiac. Suddenly, milk spurted in the cups from the slits in her pink buds.

They started to milk her, suckers growing all over the slickened coils, suckling all over her including her clit. She arced her back with a moan, tongues manifesting and lashing all over her interiors, cleaning her hot pink canals all the way to her womb, determined to lick it clean. Some lashed directly over her spongy g-spot. A part of her was terrified he could tear her apart from the inside, which simpler made her even wetter, drawn to his predatory nature which she'd helped tame.

“Even if you break me...it's okay...if it's you,” she hissed between her clenched teeth. His mouth opened wide when she started to release, drinking down the messy sprays and licking the corners with a slurp. The Smooze started to produce eggs, ones that could easily fit into her fists, which it pumped directly into her foalfactory, bunching up amidst sticky, creamy vaginal juices which tethered them as they settled in. “I,” she huffed and squealed. “I always love mating with you, Smoozy~!”

Sombra chuckled. “Still not broken, I see. Well, we have all eternity. I'll simply escalate matters until you submit.” Clops sounded when the stallion marched in, tossing aside his cape and armor with a regal flourish. With his control over the realms he could be in many places at once; of course that also meant dividing his attention. Thus he needed to be cautious.

He stalked past Beatrix, taking a moment to smear his stallionhood across her face, marking her with a smudge of precum. He'd deal with her later. Instead he stalked past her to the real prize; the daughter of his hated enemies. At his command the enclosed space widened, cocks slipping free of Flurry with loud pops, and she landed with a thunk in a puddle of semen.

She stared weakly at him. Then struggled to turn her head, hearing more hooves fall behind her. “F-father...?” Shining Armor, or at least a facsimile he'd crafted, approached her from the rear. His horn lit up, and she was surrounded by an aura, floated into the air. Sliding under her, he lowered her down, straddling him as his breeding tool slid upwards into her foalmaker.

She gasped as the dark meat spread and burrowed deep into her. Sombra trotted around her, then pressed his tip to her puckered sphincter, another cry sounding when he slammed balls deep into her posterior, the pair pinning her to the point where Shining's flared tip drove into her cervix where it nestled snugly into her very moist, welcoming core.

They were making a sandwich out of her. And she was the meat! She might have found it all humorous in its absurdity, but seeing her half-sister in peril, not to mention knowing her friends were enduring the same brought her crashing back to reality. Her body shook violently each time the muscular breeders impaled her, her 'father' kissing her while the sorcerer king bit the nape of her neck, making her whine as she went limp in submission, a primal sign a mare wanted to be bred.

Heavy balls slapped against her. Her insides were spread so wide their cocks were practically rubbing together each time they bottomed out in her. Her ears fluttered and her cheeks were rosy, staring sleepily at Belladonna whose belly was now swelled balloon-like, little oval shapes bulging flesh out from all the eggs laid inside her. Not that the Smooze let up, reduced to little more than the mindless abomination it once was as it continued to rapidly skewer her from all ends.

With a final pump Sombra and Shining grunted and came as one, firing their vital seed into Flurry, who was leaking profusely down on her father. She crumpled, and they withdrew, merely to switch places, now face-to-face with the dark stallion her parents once battled. “Wh-why is...power...so important to you...?”

“Perhaps somepony so young wouldn't understand.” His eyes bored into hers, forehooves clasped over her squishy buttocks. “I want to make my mark on Equestria. No, the universe. Starlight almost mastered the Necronomicon,” he mused while helping rut her. “If I can somehow master its power, I could conquer the stars, even other universes, and be worshiped like a God!”

“Sounds tiresome,” muttered Flurry in her innocent, carefree manner. Running a whole Empire was more than enough for her. Heck, she often yearned for a more normal life, where she could laze around or go on adventures when she pleased with Beatrix. Instead here she was trying to save the world again from the latest villain!

He chuckled and stroked her cheek almost tenderly. In contrast to the more worldly Beatrix, this one was still so innocent, more bewildered than furious with him even now. But a proper tyrant couldn't afford to show mercy. Especially to the fruit of Shining's and Cadance's loins. He'd make her rue the day her parents conceived her...

*****

No matter how many times Sombra seeded his new broodmares, he refused to show how much it had started to exhaust him. Certainly he could create all the fleshy forms he wished as the realms were his to play with; however their manipulation took an iron will. Each time he altered reality it took a toll on his mind and soul, straining him in several directions.

No matter how many times he banged Starlight she simply glared at him, and so he'd turn back to Trixie and Tree Hugger, doing his best to thoroughly humiliate the pair, hoping their friend would eventually crack as she was forced to watch. If not he could always try even more vulgar methods. Despite being a selfish control freak it was obvious she wasn't heartless.

“Love and peace,” mumbled Tree Hugger whose lips contorted in a slutty manner and leaked drool. Currently embedded on his cock, her sleepy eyes met his own with a crooked smile, flashing him a double peace sign when he seeded his garden once more. He switched to her asshole, banging her senseless again, until her latest climax caused her to pass out. He continued to manhandle her supple flesh while he screwed her unconscious form, watching it rock with each angry thrust.

Trixie whined while awaiting her turn, still collared and chained to the hippie, naked and on all fours as he liked his concubines. She was almost too much of a nymphomaniac for even him to handle. But what did he expect from a unicorn so depraved she'd put on a 'donkey show' orgy before a whole town with the help of her daughter and assistants?

“I'd tell you that you're sick,” spat Starlight. “But I'm sure you already know that.”

With a grin he dropped Tree Hugger, who still dripped from her lower holes. He clicked his fingers, and windows into the other realms were visible, showing what was currently happening to Flurry and Beatrix. In another one Rarity, Pinkie, and Suri were experiencing similar treatment at the claws of a false Spike he'd conjured.

He came behind her, grabbing her by the hair and wrenching her head towards these visions, forcing her to watch. Like Beatrix she tried to appear neutral, but her poker face was much worse, betrayed by the hate still welling up inside her.

With another snap he allowed her to listen in. Rarity's eyes turned to saucers when Coco Pommel and Sassy Saddles approached them from the shadows. “I-impossible.” She'd seen them devoured before her eyes by Spike after he'd been weaponized by the cult. The main head would have swallowed her too, but she'd produced to the Ruby Heart which had given him pause. She reached for it now and to her shock it was suddenly hung by its chain on her neck. She clasped a hoof about it.

“You let us down,” accused Sassy who glared at her.

Coco sniffled and her eyes watered. “Why did you let us die...?”

Rarity took a step back. “That, that wasn't my fault...”

Letting both Pinkie and Suri slide off his ridged dragonhoods, he scooped up Sassy and Coco, claws grasped around them as he used them live living cocksleeves. They moaned as he drove into them, drooling maws poised above them as forked tongues traced over their soft forms, like he was ready to snap down and eat them alive like he had so long before.

“Please...stop...” Rarity's mascara continued to streak down her cheeks. She looked to Pinkie and Suri for support but they were barely cognizant, laying in puddles of his spunk. “I-I never wished this for anypony!”

“You stupid cow,” cried Sassy whose stomach bloated to near bursting when the drake filled her with jizz.

“I'm afraid she's right,” added Coco who was likewise ballooned from cum. “You're nothing but a dumb bovine!”

Shaking her head in attempt to deny their accusations, Rarity repeated their words aloud. “I'm a dumb cow...” Black spots started to appear all over her marshmallow coat, a few extra pounds packed on as her ass expanded, alongside her udders which swelled and hung, swaying and knocking together as elongated nipples beaded with milk.

A blush painted her cheeks and her buttocks, rubbing her heavy boobs. Her mind was blanking, as it became harder to think by the moment, her sole concern the burning pain in her inflamed chest. “I n-need to be milked. Please, I...m-mooo....”

She mooed loudly when Spike's tongue coiled around her titties, squeezing them tight, spurting what seemed like gallons of sweet milk into his mouth. This time he turned to sodomizing Coco and Sassy, taking care not to tear their asses open, while he milked the former love of his life, the Fire Ruby now swinging useless upon her lactation-smeared bosom.

Starlight closed her eyes and shed a few tears. Another of her party had fallen and it appeared Pinkie and Suri would soon join Rarity. One-by-one he was whittling them down, reducing them to sex-addled whorses. Turning his attention back on her, he shoved his flared tip into her mouth, while Trixie and a half-awake Hugs also crawled up, alternating between suckling his testicles which they pulled with their lips and licking the sides of his rod, even sharing a lustful kiss over his meat.

He laid hands on their heads, directing them, pre spurting onto their tongues. With a hiss he came once more, buring his length all the way down Glimmer's gullet with one final hum, his hands clasped hard around the back of her skull. She went cross-eyed and her cheeks expanded from excessive spunk, burning her nostrils when the white mess exploded from them.

She felt the hot, salty whiteness settled in her stomach, ashamed at how her legs were reflexively spreading, her unattended twat leaking into a puddle. She wrestled tongues with his concubines, gargling his snowball and swapping it between them like it was ambrosia. Her flesh continued to betray her and tears welled in the corners of her eyes, certain it wouldn't be long before she'd succumb too, her brilliant mind reduced to mush as she became another of his slutty, cock-gobbling bimbos.

*****

When she'd formed a symbiotic bond with the Smooze, Beatrix realized he'd been locked in a form of stasis, unable to further physically evolve. Certainly he could still alter his composition and learn, but mutations were impossible, as he'd risk swallowing her up completely, until she was absorbed into raw components like all the creatures he'd ever devoured.

However now that they were separated again? She hoped he was growing, even now. All she needed do was buy time. It didn't even matter if he broke her in the forced mating process; whatever it took to make certain her friends got out of this okay. “It's not like me to be so heroic,” she whispered. “Maybe my half-sister is rubbing off on me? Hang in there, Smoozy.”

(Bea...trix...love...you...) He managed to telepathically cast the words and the corner of her lip curled into a tender smile. But she quickly wiped it away lest Sombra became suspicious. The blob had withdraw from her crevices, but still held her aloft with its tentacles, flipping her over and yanking her tail so hard she yelped. (So hard to...resist...)

But that fact that he was communicating with her was proof enough. Trying to control so many portions of the Necronomicon at once was dividing Sombra's strength, allowing the Smooze to further mutate now that he was separate from her again, discovering new ways he might counter the tyrant's black magic. She felt a surge of triumph, despite her undignified position.

Flurry Heart squeaked. “Wh-what are you doing now?!” Feeling an odd swelling between her loins, flesh twisted until a sheathed formed between her thighs, and from it an erect stallionhood slipped loose, a needy whinny escaping her as the tapered tip glazed itself with pre, a ballsack swinging. She turned cherry red. “No! I-I don't want a penis! It's ugly!”

Worse still her body was moving on its own, trotting towards the bound Belladonna, and stopped before her exposed lower holes, sniffing at them. A mad desire to breed her half-sister senseless overwhelmed her. She needed to stick her new tool inside her! “This isn't me! I'd never!” Her wings spread to their full span as she started to mount her. “I'm sorry, sister!”

“It's okay,” said Beatrix with a pained laugh, feeling the cluster of eggs overflowing her belly roll about, swimming in her slimy uterus juices. “Whatever happens, I won't blame either of you. It's my fault, really. I endangered everypony when I brought them here. I thought it was a chance to protect Equestria, but maybe I've just been fooling myself to sate my own ego?”

Flurry cried out in horror when her forehooves clasped around the tricker's wide hips, and her stick slid easily into the overly wet funhole, unable to believe how warm and tight it felt when it closed around her. She came a little instantly with a soft cry, unused to having a dick, and Beatrix instinctively clenched around her. “It, it shouldn't feel so-”

“Good? Hey, you can't help how you feel!” Beatrix had always been the morally loose one of the pair. Perhaps it was from her mother's side? Of course, she was partially the product of the Necronomicon's power, shaped while in trixie's womb into this anthropomorphic guise, subconsciously willed by Lulamoon into the ideal mate for Shining Armor. Her voluptuous breasts and hips that jiggled in an exaggerated fashion were perfectly sculpted to suit his preferences. To his shame he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off her. She'd been conceived to be his perfect mate, to breed with him and create the ideal offspring.

But he'd resisted her temptations, and now that he had passed, she'd never be able to fulfill her purpose. Thus she felt a certain emptiness nopony could ever quite fulfill. She was a freak of nature. A walking taboo. Nopony could truly understand her which had made her lonely; until she'd met another pariah like her in the Smooze. Both were unique beings who never quite gelled with Equestria and its social mores. Rather than be ashamed of herself like some thought she should be, she'd embraced her nature!

Flurry was panting while she humped her sister, staring down at her cute little butthole, and the way her asscheeks smacked each time she was thoroughly pounded. The smooth flesh trembled and clapped. She bit her on the nape, Beatrix crying out, while the coils once again encircled her leaking tits, one snaking back into her rectum. “F-fuck,” she cried.

“I-I can't stop it,” warned Flurry who sobbed despite how nice it felt.

“There's still time,” reminded Sombra. “Those eggs haven't hatched yet. But the moment she cums they'll be fertilized, and the creatures within will hatch in that nest called your womb, famished as they eat you out from the inside to escape.”

Beatrix swallowed and trembled. “Sure, you could kill me, but what then? We'll all lose. Without my help you'll never escape.” She laughed anew, her own interiors burning towards release with each meaty stab. “Trap you in here for all eternity? Worth it,” she proclaimed with a smugness worthy of her mother. “I am Trixie's daughter, after all. We're a petty, spiteful breed!”

In truth her heart was racing and she was covered in a sheen of perspiration. She certainly didn't want to die like he'd described. Sure, she'd always wanted to go out with a big bang in all senses, but this time she couldn't rely on her bond with the Smooze to protect her. Resigning herself to the inevitable, she simply rode out her building climax, her frame tensing when she started squirting like a faucet amidst whorish wails, milking the rod and tentacle burrowed in her fleshy depths.

“C-can't,” warned Flurry one last time when she bottomed out, buried past the cervix into her uterus, as she ejaculate directly over the dozens of eggs sloshing inside. They swam and churned in the bucketfuls of semen she released, their desperate shrieks mixing, the Smooze slipping more tentacles into Flurry's vagina under the set of balls and around her boobs.

Her untended sphincter was beset by Shining Armor who pressed his weight atop her and fucked his daughter up the ass. His forehooves stroked her feather plume while he unleashed a torrent of his splooge directly into her pleasantly sore bowels.

Rolling her eyes in ecstasy and sticking out her tongue, Belladonna wondered if this was how her adventures would finally end? Her stomach ached with fullness. Each time her half-sister painted her walls she was pushed back over the edge, her orgasmic bliss further drawn out. Sombra was grabbing her mane again, driving his dick into her throat and making her gag and gurgle.

Powerful hooves closed around her neck, almost choking her out when he squeezed, until he'd left nasty bruise marks on her flesh. Her face turned purple under his chokehold, making her tighten even more, the sense of danger turning her on further.

Not that it surprised her. After all, wasn't she risking her life constantly to seek out death-defying thrills?

Her senses dulled even further when she came down from her high, settling into a pleasant afterglow while her consciousness threatened to inevitably fade away. He was releasing into her gullet with savage humps, laughing at them all...